https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok324ptGU1Y
[volume rises]
[Intro:]
{DAMN! } Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Check my mic up! {CAN’T FORGET… NELSON!}
Yeeah! {G-UNIT!}
Shit is right! (ugh!)
[Verse:]
On the run baby – conceived thru a criminal, (why?)
A General! – So I don’t operate the way the women do.
And that one’s subliminal. – It don’t apply let it ride (ride…)
I know ya kind, get disrespected and let it slide! (G-Unit!)
Naaah! – That ain’t the cloth that I was ripped from (uh!)
You talk a lot of shit son. – You betta have a big gun! (uh!)
Just add em up and pick one. – You think they got they shit from? (huh?)
You think I got my bitch from? (huh?) – She even gave the click some. (YEAH!)
She came from the tropics, like the Chronic in my pocket
sponsored links
(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});Cop it! Crush it! Roll it! Spark it! And mix it in with’ the chocolate!
I’m a prophet! (yeeah!) – I can see it ‘fore it happen (uh!)
Make you see it thru my rappin’. (uh!) – I’m just rappin’ what I see (see!)
See me laughin’, to the V! (whooo!) – How can thee – fuck with’ me? !
I’m a G! – Sucker free! – Takin’ me? – I wear the tool make ya pee!
You fucked up! – Wakin’ me, now that I’m woke, you can’t breathe
Loch ness in a vest, you gotta headshot me! Ya see? [blast]
My money new as the news, and you’re confused
So off with’ ya 22, for talkin’ down on ya crew. (ugh!)
I’m walkin’ round with a tool! – Chinchillas and gator feet (ugh!)
Leather seats, I don’t fear nothin’ bring on whatever beef. (whatever!)
I’m on a level you will never reach! (reach!)
Every 16, my leverage peaks – I go to bed with’ heats!
Sleep with’ dough; teach a hoe the game, but I keep her bro
Give her X and reefer smoke, now let’s get this money!
Funny how the tables turn on ya! – Ya homeboys wanna murder ya!
Disturbia! It don’t matter the size, there’s an urn for ya.
My coalition dirtier! – Down to do the dirty work
Rape ya baby mama ’til she violent, find her in the dirt. (dirt!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Nigga cryin’, don’t work! – It just make ya tired! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Try it! – You ain’t about that, be quiet! (uh!)
These brick artists are wired – so what’s the conversation for? !
I taste money and chase some more – you want me to break the law? ! (damn!)
Life’s a bitch, an ungrateful whore! (whore!)
She’ll let you see it make you pay for more, the American way I’m sure!
I’m pure! – See my papa was so raw like a
Ki to a quarter, a O so ulcer to cold sore! (YEAH!)
They been hatin’ as long as a world tour
And if my label gave me the push! – I woulda sold more! (more!)
It’s just me against the planet in this cold cold war
Out the store 4-4 nigga, how bout yours? ! (yours? !)
You are now in the company of greatness, (uh!)
And I only like green faces – I’m a racist, let’s take it back to the basics!
Before I got my bracelet. (uh-huh!)
My mansion or my spaceships. – And answer all ya hatred! (YEAH!) [blast]
Louis Vuitton or naked it’s the same ol’ G!
“MYB! ” – Mind Ya Bidness – or ya finished! It’s nothin’ more than a scrimmage
My style wake the spirits (yeah!)
Which I’m – heavenly mirrored this time – they gon’ hear it!
Sometime – more than a lyricist, lyrics are just the half (half!)
Miss it! – My heart so cold you’ll catch a draft! (yeah!)
Ask the opposition ’bout him, they doubt him, the crowds crowd him (uh-huh!)
And my mixtapes are magic, patched together like an album! (yeah!)
I’ve been labeled since a child and I’m black, I’m wild and I’m violent
Won’t crack a smile and I’m silent – while the stacks keep piling. (piliing!)
And as the world keep spinnin’ I keep stylin’
On a far deep island, from a concrete ground and – I’m DROWNIN’! [gunshot] {DAMN!} [beat stops]
최신 댓글